A Betty's Pledge: Volume One (21 page)

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I showered for a long time that evening, taking my raging cock in my fist and addressing
the state of arousal I’d been consumed with the entire damn day. Resting my head on
the cool shower tile, I panted and trembled, trying to get my breathing under control
as the one image I tried wholeheartedly to avoid came rushing to my mind.

“Take me,” my imagination purred in my ear as if she was there with me in the shower
stall. “Claim me, teach me, make me yours . . .”

In my mind’s eye, I saw Mady’s slender form appear behind me, her gentle fingers following
the trail of water streaming down my taut back. I could feel her fingernails scraping
along my muscles becoming more rigid as she moved.

“You can’t avoid me. You can’t forget me.”

Her hands moved up toward my shoulders, massaging the tension out of my body, her
sensuous mouth right by my ear. I could feel her lips brush against my lobe, felt
her hot breath upon my neck.

“I’m exactly what you need, precisely what you crave.” Her teeth nipped at my skin
sending a shock of heat radiating through my body. My eyes squeezed shut, my breath
hitching in my throat.

“I know your body, Isaac.” Her hands moved around my wet hips, the fingers tracing
the low ‘V’ muscles to the place that burned for her touch. She moved closer to me,
and there was an almost unbearable moment of anticipation before I knew her naked
flesh would be touching mine.

I felt the hard tips of her nipples first, plump and erect, brush against the skin
of my back. The feeling of it made me unbelievably hard, and I felt myself twitch
in my hand.

Like melted butter over a warmed biscuit, I felt her body meld into me, felt her bare
chest laying flush against my back. Her ample breasts pushed into the hard muscles
and I noted their firmness with aching clarity.

“Don’t I meet your needs? Don’t I know where you want me to touch you?” I felt her
fingers curve over my erection, her hand replacing my own. My freed hand slammed against
the shower wall, bracing myself against the onslaught of sensation. With expert skill,
Mady fisted me, pumping me with sure, smooth strokes.

I became lost in the sensations, my body hard and rigid under her skilled torment.
I wanted to turn and grab her, throw her sopping wet body against the cool tile, and
fuck her tight pussy until she screamed. But I didn’t want to move, afraid I’d break
the fantasy.

“I’m in you, Isaac,” she told me with a sorceress’s promise. “And I want you in me . . .”

My eyes flew open at her words, my heart hammering in anticipation. But before I could
move or think, a flash of brown caught my attention, and the feeling of warm, supple
lips around my cock stopped all coherent thought or reason. I looked down, caught
in the most alluring pools of deep blue I’d ever seen. Lust, need, desire, aching
pain . . . all the things I felt reflected back at me. Mady sucked me off like an
expert. She had her legs spread wide, bent at the knee, giving me a glorious view
of both her bare pussy and her gorgeous mouth as she worked me over. One hand grasped
the rest of the length she couldn’t fit in, the other hand played with her exposed
clit in the same tortuous rate she pleasured me.

Her full tits bounced a little every time she’d pump her mouth over me, and I wished
I could touch them, feel how firm and supple they were. Just as the idea formed, Mady
removed her hand from my cock, her mouth never losing rhythm, and began to play with
the nipple on her right breast, teasing me.

The sight was so erotic—her mouth around me, her expressive eyes watching me, her
little devilish hands working herself over—that it took me a moment to realize I could
still feel someone behind me. The unmistakable feel of warm breasts pushing into my
back caused me to freeze for just a moment until she spoke.

“I’m here to please you, baby. In any way I can. Every way . . .”

Mady
 . . .

She’d returned to hold me, or perhaps she never left. My mind wasn’t lucid enough
to question how she could be behind me while simultaneously sucking me dry. I’d given
up logic and reason, handing myself over to the bliss and torment my sex goddess blessed
upon me.

From behind, I felt small, warm hands run down my back in flow with the hot shower
spray. She tantalized my flesh, massaging me, feeling me, teasing me, all while a
luscious mouth bathed my cock with precise expertise.

Her tiny fingers danced sensuously down the curve of my back and along my ass, coming
down further until she was unbearably close to my anus. There was that place on a
man that, no matter how hard he’d argue against it, served as the most pleasurable
erogenous spot, adding a sting of hot heat to any orgasm. And damned if she didn’t
find it. Just as I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her cavernous throat, Mady’s
fingers touched the area between my anus and sac. I cried out loud, the sensation
overwhelming.

“That’s it, baby. Don’t you see how good I am for you? How well I can please you?
Give yourself to me.”

“Mady . . .”

I heard the slight hum of laughter in my ear. It fueled some kind of masochistic fire
inside me, one that wanted to claim, to devour. It seemed this little vixen thought
she had the upper hand, some strange power over me. Even in my mind. And although
she had me surrounded, I would show her exactly how well I was versed in the art of
making a woman scream.

“I’ll take that challenge,” her voice said from just above me, and I opened my eyes
that I hadn’t realized were closed to see Mady standing slightly above me, her footing
on the shower seat in the corner. She was looking down at me with a challenging smirk,
and I returned it with full confidence.

Using my ample upper body strength, I threw her free leg around my shoulder, exposing
her bare, dripping pussy directly in front of my mouth. She was positioned so the
water from the showerhead ran down her slit in a little waterfall, and I dove in tongue
first.

She tasted remarkable, like melted honey. I devoured her, adding to my own pleasure.
With Mady standing behind me, working my body over, her lips on my wet back. Mady
below me, taking me in deeply, her tongue and lips working in synchrony. Mady above
me, her pussy clamping down on my tongue. The sensations were too much, too explosive.
And as I felt Mady’s body shake with pleasure, my own orgasm ripped through me with
great force. I roared through it, giving in to my animalistic side as streams of seed
shot down Mady’s throat.

Panting uncontrollably, it took me a moment to come back to reality. And when I opened
my eyes and saw the trail of semen running down the shower wall, my fist still securely
clamped over my own softening cock, I knew beyond any doubt that I was deep in trouble.

Mady Cain was seriously going to be the death of me. I was so fucked . . .

The Dinner

~ Madeline Cain ~

Okay, Mady. This is it—what you’ve been waiting for. Time to see if you’ve got the
tits to follow through with it.

I walked out of my new room at the Grant Mansion into the vacant hallway, my stomach
in my throat and my palms a sweaty mess. This was it—tonight I’d officially be welcomed
as a Grant.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. In my mind, I pictured some kind of formal affair, perhaps
similar to the ‘rose ceremony’ that I’d seen on one of those reality shows.

Diane laughed when I asked her if there’d be something like that. “It’s not
The Bachelorette
, Mady.” She’d chuckled. I just shrugged—to me it seemed that the program and the
show had so many congruencies—it would be a nice fit. Diane just shook her head and
muttered something under her breath that I didn’t quite catch.

She did say that there would be a welcoming of sorts that evening from the owners.
Since they were unable to make it to the costume party, they wanted to have a night
dedicated just for the new Pledges. Diane also mentioned that they would have our
care packages, which automatically piqued my interest. She didn’t elaborate any further,
saying that it was “no big deal”, but her vagueness left me incredibly anxious.

And when she divulged the little detail that the Dames would not be in attendance
tonight I’d immediately become almost panicked. I was quickly becoming attached to
Diane in more ways than one. She’d become a friend and someone I could depend on.
Mina had always been my little champion in life, and I’d held our friendship in the
highest regard, but since being at the mansion, Mina remained a little distant to
keep up the illusion that our “acquaintance” was only as classmates in college. It
was harder than hell to pretend, but with Diane there to back me up, it was easier
to deal with the new situation I’d put myself in.

But facing a night with a group of sexually charged men and women without either of
my best girls beside me was incredibly daunting.

Standing outside my door, I found myself so jittery that I had to calm my nerves with
a small pep talk just to make it as far as I had. I could feel my heart hammering
in my chest. My mouth was dry and my eyes were wide with anticipation.

Suddenly I started to second-guess things. Was it crazy of me to abandon my life,
move in with a group of complete strangers, and basically forego a huge chunk of my
upcoming royalties to a sex club?

What did that say about me?

Enough, Mady! You’ve made your decision. Get your panties on straight and do this
good and proper.

I pushed the negative thoughts aside, locking them firmly behind an iron vault. I
was done worrying, done justifying.

I’d always considered myself to be a well-reasoned person, and if I’d been able to
find a solid enough rationale to justify filling out the application to begin with—even
if I couldn’t quite remember that reason at the moment—I needed to trust my initial
conclusion.

I was a strong, beautiful, sexual woman with a healthy curiosity and willingness to
explore. This was my time to do what I wanted, whether that was selfish of me or not,
it didn’t matter. And if I happened to find a partner like Mina had, then that was
all the better for me. But my main goal was to not only learn more about myself sexually,
but also to help myself grow into the woman I wanted to be.

“Mady!” I turned the corner onto the large staircase to see a beaming Marissa at the
bottom, looking at me with the same excitement I had broiling inside. “You look stunning.”

I blushed at her compliment and quickly returned one of my own. She really did look
beautiful. She had on a long, deep green velvet dress with a plunging neckline, accenting
and complementing her figure. Her hair was piled high on top of her head in a sleek
chignon, with a few snakelike tendrils falling loose, leaving the majority of her
slim neckline exposed. She had the most gorgeous pair of teardrop diamond earrings
on, completing her starlet appearance. The whole look screamed of wealth and class.

I, on the other hand, had chosen a small black cocktail dress with a high neckline,
a formfitting bodice, and low scooped back. My hair was a jumbled mess of curls at
my crown, leaving my bare back exposed. The cut of the dress reached just above the
knee. It was flirtatious yet youthful, and my original thought when choosing tonight’s
attire was that I’d feel comfortable in something like this because it reflected how
I wanted to be perceived by the Grants—free, light, and easy-going.

I found myself second-guessing my choice seeing how elegant Marissa looked in comparison.

“I feel underdressed,” I told her honestly, adding a small chuckle at the end to hide
my extreme discomfort.

“Don’t be silly,” she answered genuinely, taking my arm as I made my final descent.
“You look wonderful. The boys will be drooling tonight.”

I giggled despite my nervousness, the anticipation of the evening clouding any apprehension
as she led me down the hall toward the sitting room, arm in arm.

I heard Marissa let out a wavering sigh as we came close to our destination. “You
nervous?” I asked, tightening my hold on her arm in reassurance.

“Excited, more like. I don’t know, I guess it’s more of a nervous excitement. Like
the night before a big game, you know?”

Over the day, I was able to get to know the Betties better—well, Marissa and Sarah,
mostly. For reasons unknown to me, Sonia and Tricia were still being oddly standoffish.
But in our afternoon, watching the boys work up a sweat, I’d learned that Marissa
had been an accomplished volleyball player in college, winning the women’s championship
both in her junior and senior years at Stanford. She’d jokingly challenged us to a
game, even formulating a tentative plan to play the guys at one point—the Betties
versus the Consorts.

That promised to be interesting . . . and probably wrought with sexual tension.

I was never athletically inclined. In fact, I hadn’t really done much of anything
in my youth except for take care of my disabled father, keeping him away from the
booze, and managing the household so we wouldn’t find ourselves homeless. After my
mother died in the same car accident that had injured my father, it had been up to
me to keep things going. We received a nice check from life insurance companies every
month, but my dad had found online gambling and bingeing every night a nice way to
occupy his time. Back in those days, I’d always said that life had a funny way of
shitting on me. Some people called it Karma, others said it was just what life dealt
to me. I was kind of hoping the former was true, because that would mean that I was
due my fair share of goodness any moment now. But Karma seemed to be the biggest bitch
of them all, because all I seemed to get was the shit—no good, only heartache, devastation
and loss.